Smile For The Camera

we need to stop collectively pushing the marauders as effortlessly cool kings of the school agenda

those boys had nicknames for each other

they had a group name

three quarters of them mastered an advanced transfiguration ritual at the age of fifteen (?)

they created the map which is something you can only assume dumbledore wasn't even able to do (because he absolutely would have if he could) - the research alone would have had them living in the library for years

fact is, those boys were massive nerds and i won't hear otherwise

(follow up - james absolutely did spend six years pursuing lily but it wasn't grand romantic displays and shouting across the great hall it was blushing and stumbling over his words)

James, bursting into the dorm room: This is bad! This is really bad!

Peter, who was happily taking a nap before James barged in: Dude, what wrong?

James: I kissed Regulus

Peter: Oh my god... I owe Marlene so much money

listening to fireworks by Mitski tonight

sounds appropriate

been reading No longer Human by Osamu Dazai and I keep catching myself thinking the same way he would

Elf but skk because u can make everything abt them if ur truly insane enough (MERRY CHRISTMAS)

fool (affectionate, dying)

inbox is sooooooo dusty rn...... gee.... not even a tumbleweed....

death - january 4th - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 191

"Oh....holy...Salazar," Sirius murmurs, face completely alight with glee as he stands at Regulus's door.

Regulus wants to skin him alive. "Shut up," he orders, hands shaking and heart pounding with terror. "It's not what you think, it's-"

"It's not that you're lovingly sketching a picture of my shirtless best friend?" Sirius demands, still smirking happily.

And that's exactly what it is. Regulus had been so completely immersed in sketching James Potter in all of his annoying perfection that he hadn't heard Sirius knock or enter his room. And now...he has no explanation to offer him.

"You like him," Sirius states, chuckling.

Regulus knows that his one weakness is his brother. That for some reason, Sirius is the only person who can see through his immaculate poker face. So instead of lying, he says venomously, "I will ensure you have a gruesome, painful, drawn-out death if you tell a soul, Sirius, I swear to Mer-"

"What if I said he likes you too?" Sirius interrupts casually, sitting on Regulus's bed and smiling like Christmas has come early.

Immediately, Regulus turns to him, defensiveness and fury changing to hesitant curiosity. "Tell me more."